She Approved the Split He Fell Apart

103 Grew Up With Love

Scarlett’s POV

“Are you sure you are okay? You can cry if you want to Adrian asked for the third time I got back into his car. I told him he didn’t have to wait for me, but he was still where he parked when I came out, just as surprised as I was when he saw me.

I’m not that sad. Not like when I found out about the truth of my “family“, about how each one of them betraded me and wanted to cut things off me. They bought my life for their beloved daughter, what’s so wrong in that?

I’m actually happy now that their daughter is finally cured. They don’t need me anymore.

“Ava is perfectly okay now. Her status is stable,” I tell Adrian, feeling a long–lost lightness, “Maybe they won’t even chase after me if I were to tell them that I’m leaving.”

“She’s cured only by exploiting you!” Adrian rolls his eyes, complaining resentfully

“I mean, to think about it, they paid for my life and my education, I would have dealt with them if they straight up told me that the condition would be providing her my blood and bone marrow, or more, your know?” I’m surprised at how my whole life is such a big joke, yet I’m able to laugh at it, genuinely, “For an orphan who might not have a decent future, don’t you think I also got a lot out of it?”

“If they no longer need your blood, then you don’t have to leave in such a hurry,” Adrian suggests with a cautious tone, “You have friends here, and a job, need I remind you?”

“There are so many better stories out there than my flat true love romance!” I lie back into the seat, laughing with him, “From one to ten, how much did your misplaced affection play in that decision? I want

to know.”

by my good

puts on a painful look, umbling

place where I threw out my torn flight tickets with Aurora not so long ago. That time even the bright

the black cloud over us looks

to support myself, my friends who care about me, and a real family waiting for me on the other side of a few–hour–long flight!

day because no

and ever, love. It wasn’t the best one, but it started with me being saved. I’m glad I grew up with love in

a cut on the joints of his right hand. To look at it closer, his joints

his right hand briefly with an indifferent glance, adding when

+25 BONUS

believe me if I told you I put my fist through

backward, murmuring. Good thing I’m leaving, which would be easier

look before bursting into

roll my eyes. He totally

“Do you